Birthday:May 15th 1993Likes:cuddlingPet-Peeves:her "siblings"Favorite Toy:no favoriteFavorite Nap Spot:any rug or couchFavorite Food:no favoriteSkills:noDwells:
indoors Arrival Story:Eddie purchased her for me as an anniversary of our first year of dating. I had been supposed to get a kitten from my boss, but because I had to go through some extra processes to get approved to have a cat in our apartment, I missed out -- they were all taken. So Eddie made sure I got one a couple months later. When I saw her, I knew she was the one. She was the shy one in the corner while all the other kittens were trying to get attention.Bio:Jasmine moved to Florida with us in 1997. We lost her much too soon in December 2005.The Last Forum I Posted In:I was a Bad mommy today :-(I've Been On Catster Since:

Thoughts from a Big Kitty

On May 10th, a cute little girl named Angel quietly crossed over the Bridge, leaving behind her small litter of three kittens. She was barely more than a kitten herself and had a tough life living alone on a construction site.

Good thing for her that George and I were here to greet her and knew just what to do with her babies. We'd already kind of had it in motion, as our Daddy had already been aware of her and her kittens and was planning on taking [at least] one of them. However, when he received the news of Angel's crossing, he immediately collected all three and took them to their furever home as an early Mother's Day present for our Mawmee.

Today's my 5 year anniversary at the Bridge and I see Mawmee being especially sad -- those milestones are tough. I want her to know that I'm ok and making all sorts of friends that we didn't know when I was still on earth. [Mawmee hadn't found Catster yet]. George and I are watching over Mawmee and Daddy and our fur fuamily from here.

Dar Jas,
Okay, so it's a day late, but everyone knows that's normal for me. But I don't need a special day to think of you, Jas. You were my first cat (at least as an adult -- we'd had a cat and dogs as a kid) and will always have a very special place in my heart. Same with Daddy. After all, he bought you for me as an anniversary gift when we were first dating. You had a special bond with each of us.

I think of you every day when I see the picture of you and George sleeping together on my desk and my computer. Or when I go by the flower garden where you are buried. I can't believe this Christmas it will be 5 years since you went to the bridge. I've always loved Christmas, and still always will, but it's always a little sad, too, because we lost you just a few days before. I never expected you to die -- you were never diagnosed with anything terminal. I knew for sure the evening before that you were starting to go downhill again and I was going to have to call Dr. Armstrong in the morning. Selfish me was worried about him keeping you over Christmas -- you had been there so much that last year -- and instead I lost you forever. I am so sorry.

But, as any good parent, I learned from you, my "firstborn" too. And last fall I acted quicker and did better when George got sick. He still eventually joined you at the Bridge, and I am glad you two are together again. I miss you both everyday.